Chasing Shawn Rating: R Pairings: Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels Summary: Bret hires the Undertaker after the 97' Survivor Series Screw job to take care of Shawn... BUT his conscience starts to get to him... Based on the events of 1997, altered a little of course )
Genre: Suspense/romance

Chapter 29

Bret's POV-

I held Shawn all night long. He was terrfied and shakey, but I think he finally go some sleep. Good thing too- we have a nice long day together. And I have to ask him a VERY important question... I woke him up around 9 am.

"Did you sleep okay, baby?"

Shawn stirred and looked up at me. "Mm. After you held me like that I did... You make me feel so safe." He smiled which made me feel very weak.

"Why don't you rest up some while I go get ready- It's almost time to go to the carnival."

He nodded and sank back into the pillows. "Hurry back, okay?"

"Alright." I smiled and stroked his cheek. "Why don't you come join me...?"

"I'd like that." He grinned and jumped up. "Lead away."

I poked my head out of the room to check to see if anyone was coming. No need to be seen by my brothers (not counting Owen- who of course hasn't arrived yet. I'm beginning to worry about him. As late as he always is, he's always here for the carnival...) We quickly ran into the bathroom and I locked the door. "I swear the only time I get to take a nice private shower is when I'm on the road."

"I'm a little weary of taking a shower anywhere but my house. I found a camera in the bathroom shower stall in a little motel room."

"I'd like to punch who ever put that in your room..." I growled and pulled him against me, biting his shoulder gently. Shawn didn't move, just let me hold tight to him. "Mine."

"Posessive are we?"

"When it comes to you, babe." I pulled him into the shower with me and turned on the hot spray. We stood underneath it, my arms wrapped around his waist. Our hair was sopping wet, sticking to our bodies. I touched the smoothed chest hair gently, running my hands down his sides, playing with his thighs. We kissed slow and sweet, me pulling him down into the tub. He nestled in my lap, sucking on my neck with a hungry passion.

"HEY! COME ON! I NEED TO SHOWER TOO!" Ross shouted and pounded on the door.

"Aw fuck." I mumbled and patted his ass gently. "Later, okay?"

"Alright." Shawn grinned and got out of the tub. We cleaned off and dressed, rushing past Ross quickly.

About an hour later we were huddled together, my arms wrapped protectively around Shawn's waist, holding him close to me. It had snowed a little, so there was a light enough dusting to see our foot prints in it. I did see some curious looking ones around the house, but I thought nothing of it. I was too wrapped up in how cute Shawn was today. He had on a black cowboy hat, a grey pea coat, tight blue jeans and cowboy boots. He smelt so good, I couldn't get it out of my mind.

We waited for the rest of the family to pile out of the house- and soon enough we were ready to go. Shawn and I got in my little car, my parents went with Keith and Ross, and just about every one else piled into Bruce's monster van.

"I love you." I said looking over to him. He smiled at me and laughed.

"I love you too. Tell me, what's this carnival like?"

I pulled out of the driveway, following the three vehicles in front of me. "Well there's ice skating, a whole bunch of vendors, games, hockey, and a dance at the very end of the day."

"Ice skating?" Shawn asked and blinked at me.

"Yeah, ice skating. It's really fun!" I lived for ice skating- more importantly- ICE HOCKEY. "I'll teach you how."

Oh dear sweet hell. WHAT A MISTAKE THAT WAS. Teaching Shawn to ice skate?! How stupid could you be?! He's from Texas for shits shake! If they get snow AT all, it's not enough to make water freeze on a lake. I suppose after all, that's okay... It gives me a chance to be with him. To hold him close...

To spend an hour in the emergancy first aid area. Oh sure, we had spent a shakey few minutes on our feet- I had a good grip on him though he was fighting like all hell to stand on his feet. It was pretty funny for all those watching... Up until he completely lost his balance and we flew off out of control. We ended up meeting the barrier first hand. I threw myself in front of us and my face got smashed into the make shift wood barrier.

"Ib itd broken?" I asked as the nurse pinched the bridge of my nose.

"No, you're okay. Just a bad bloody nose."

Shawn handed me a bunch of tissues, and I took them greatfully. "I am so sorry Bret... I..."

Gee, I just naturally assumed because Shawn was so graceful in the ring that it would be the same way on the ice. How wrong it was of me to think like that, huh? "Itb okay Shawn. Member thatb time in the parkbing lot?"

"When I punched you in the face..?"

"Yeahb. Did I getb mad then?"

Shawn shook his head. "No, but you deserved that. This was my fault when you were trying to do something nice and I ended up screwing us up.."

"Itb was an accident... I'll be finb." I smiled and blew the last bit of blood out of my nose and tossed the tissues out in the basket. I grabbed his hand and walked with him back outside. I can tell he was still feeling pretty bad about it so I put my arm around his waist. He responded by putting his arm around my shoulders, resting his pretty face between my neck and shoulder. He was so cold- and it wasn't so horrible out, buy Shawn didn't grow up here. Hell- I was still wearing my long shorts and sneakers while Shawn was more bundled up than anyone at the carnival.

We walked around the midway for awhile, me trying to win him some of those stupid rooked games in attempts to gain some damned stuffed animal. I ended up paying for one while Shawn had his back turned- It was worth the twenty bucks. He jumped up and hugged me; I was the big hero with him... And it felt so good... Maybe I was going to get an extra special something when we go back home. Then again, with what I was about to ask him in a bit I was really going to be getting something! ... I hope anyway.

It was almost time for the dance, so we headed off for the convention. Alot of people I get to see once every few years. Such as my high school friends. I waved to the eagerly, pulling Shawn along. "Shawn baby- This is Jim and Wilks. Two of my very best friends from high school..."

"Woohoohoo! Shawn Michaels! DAMN BRET!"

"Thanks Wilks." Shawn said with a sheepish smile. "I'll take that as a half way decent compliment."

"So do you think I could borrow Shawn for a dance?" Jim asked and elbowed me in the side.

"Nope, sorry Jim-boy... All of Shawn's dances currently belong to me, and only me." I kissed his cheek and pulled him closer to me, so his back was against my chest.

"Nah, it's okay Bret. We know with out Shawn you'd be a wall flower again. Just like through high school..."

"Were you a nerd in high school?" Shawn asked and looked back at me with a bemused look on his face.

I blushed faintly. Shawn was probably a popular kid back then... Wilks, Jim, and me were our own group... That's all we needed. I know Shawn played football in high school but for some reason, I was much more entertained by the thought of him being a cheerleader outfit. Hey, I love his legs, among other things... "We did what we wanted and were proud."

"So in other words, if I needed help with my math homework I could just come to you?" Shawn grinned.

"Yeah, but you'd have to do something- My nerdly services don't come for free."

Shawn looped his arms around my neck, nibbling on my lower lip. "Ooooh, I like the sound of that. .....Do you think we have time?" He asked looking hopeful.

"I think so." I brightened and pulled him over to a dark corner in the back. My arms wrapped around his trim waist, pushing him up against the wall as we kissed. It was long and passionate, my tongue probbing the back of his mouth in a force kiss.

His fingers tangled deep in my dark hair, pulling on it slightly as he wanted me to probe deeper. When we finally broke apart, we were kissed bruised and panting like mad.

"The dance is going to start soon..." I murmured and breathed against his neck. "I want to get every dance with you, remember?"

"Yes, I remember Bret..." He murmured and sat his hat on my head.

I lead him out on to the floor, eager to start dancing with him. But the second, and I mean the SECOND we were about to begin who should muscle in on my date but my own father.

"Don't mind if I step in, do you Bret?" He asked and winked at me.

I guess he wanted to dance with his soon to be son in law so I nodded a quick yes, and moved away. I went back to the wall with Jim and Wilks, folding my arms watching them dance together. It was sweet, really. I didn't mind. But I'll tell you all what I DID mind... When Shawn was about to come over to me, BRUCE intercepted him! And that was the pattern for the whooooooooooolllllllllllle night. I tried to get to him, and he tried to get to me, but it just didn't happen till that way.

I had given up two hours ago, sitting back on a chair with Shawn's hat over my face. I was not a happy man. I'm over here having a grand ole time with the dust bunnies while Shawn was out there dancing his cowboy boots off. It was almost time for the dance to end I was a wall flower again. I heard the MC annoucing the last song of the day, and it was one of my favorites- These Exiled Years. I sighed beneath Shawn's hat, taking it off to see none other than Shawn standing there. "Hi."

"Hi... Can I have this dance?"

I jumped up and took his arm. "Yes you can." We walked out to floor together, my arms wrapping protectively around him. "But only if I lead."

"I'll follow where ever you lead, Bret Hart."

We danced slow together, our bodies moving as on despite some height difference. At times I think we even stopped moving, and I just held him for what seemed like ever. When the song finally stopped, I knew this was the right time. It was now or never.

"Damn Bret, you dance so slow and nice with me..."

I brushed his hair from his eyes and put the hat back on his head. "Thank you... Shawn baby, I need to ask you something..."

"Sure honey." He said and I lead him out of the center and into the cold night. It was snowing gently, the flakes drifting down and getting lost in his pretty honey colored hair. I stared at him for a minute. just taking in just how beautiful he was. It made every part of me ache.

"I love you Shawn... And see... I wasn't sure how to tell you this, because I was pretty sure that it just wasn't going to happen to me. And I'm not really sure where to begin. But when you said you'd go where I lead back in there... Well, I want to take you everywhere." I fumbled madly in my leather jacket and pulled out the little ring box. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... I want to marry you, Shawn."

A thousand emotions crossed his beautiful face. I watched those wide as saucer eyes in search of a yes or a no... And finally his eyes began to spill crystaline tears and I knew. He didn't even say anything, he just hugged me so hard I thought I might end up choking. He took the ring out of the box and slipped it on to his finger.

I choked up and started crying, burrying my face in that mane of soft hair. We held to each other, me planning on never letting him go if I could. I kissed his face a hundred times, and spun him around. "Baby I love you, I love you, I love you... And you're going to be my wife..."

"Of course, Bret... Forever and ever."

"Sooo.... I should assume he said yes? Because we have well over twenty Harts wanting to know." Bruce asked as he looked around the door at us.

"Would I ever say no?"

I laughed and picked him up in my arms. "I was hoping not." I carried him into the convention center and was greeted by cheers and shouts of happiness. This was the greatest day of my life... But where the hell was Owen?!

We all unloaded from the vehicles, and damn- was I ever drunk on my own glee! I kept hugging him and kissing him, playing with his hair... Nothing could ever make me happier than him being in my arms forever.

"What's that light over there?" Ross asked pointing off in to the woods.

I squinted at it and frowned. "Looks like fire- We'd better go check this out. Some one might need help."

My mom sent the kids inside, and we all set off the lights in the distance.

Shawn leaned over and began to whisper in my ear. "I don't care if it's against house rules or not- we're having sex tonight."

If it were possible, I brightened more. I leaned over and kissed him on the spot where his jawline met his ear in response.

We came across the mysterious lights in the forest, and I instantly wished we hadn't.

TBC